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Tuesday, October 06, 2015

I Love Dialogue - Beach Babe

Fiona
Cartwright is an actress with her first TV series. From North
Carolina, she is getting used to Florida, where the show is filming.
She has four handsome male co-stars, and has a bit of a crush on
three of them—most especially Australian actor, Dechlan Albright.
She and the guys are out for the night and she's taking turns dancing
with them.

The
band had switched to a mellower, bluesy sound and they were playing a
favorite song of mine. All three men stood up, but Dechlan was the
least drunk and the best dancer, so I dragged him back out. Hugo and
Cole didn't seem to mind. They continued to discuss their production
companies.

“Good
tune,” Dechlan said, pulling me close. “Midnight in
Harlem. I love this song.” He
hummed along with the keyboards before the vocals started. As the
frontman began to sing, Dechlan crooned along with him.

Dechlan
is an old style actor. By that, I mean he can sing, dance and
act—sort of like Fred Astaire, if Fred were six foot three and a
half inches of blond, jacked Aussie. He did a tight spin, pulling me
close as he turned.

“You're
a good dancer, Fi,” he complimented softly, his face by my cheek.
“How many hours of lessons?”

“More
than I can count. You?”

“Mum's
a dance instructor. I partnered her once Dad left. I was fourteen.”

I
lost my balance, which I think he did on purpose, and fell against
him. My face nearly collided with his chin. His full lips twitched
and he laughed.

“Sorry.
Just enough alcohol to make me clumsy.”

“You
totally did that on purpose,” I countered. “No way you're that
drunk.”

“Maybe
I just want you to think I'm drunk so you'll take advantage of me,”
he replied with a wink.

“Wouldn't
that work better the other way around?”

“Logically,
one presumes, but you're not drinking.”

“And
I'm not seducing you.” Not that it isn't incredibly
tempting. Oh, so tempting.

“Hm?”
He pulled me close, his cheek next to mine, as another, slower song
started.

Dechlan
reluctantly handed me over to Cole. Hugo was too drunk to care, so I
danced the next two songs with Cole. Next to Dechlan, he was the best
dancer, but only on very slow songs, or very funky ones. Anything
else, he was hopelessly lost. Hugo could dance if given specific
instruction. I had no idea about Matteo. He never went out with us.

Humming
with the vocalist, Cole also sang softly. He had an even better voice
than Dechlan. He seemed to caress the tune, making it soulful and
sad. His lips brushed my cheek and he pulled me close. If I'd had any
doubt that Cole was interested in me, that one small action shattered
it. Oh, the man was blessed! It was incredibly tempting to take him
to bed, too, but I'd already told Dechlan no. I wasn't going to diss
him and take up with one of the others. I'd go to bed alone with my
Mongoose before I'd hurt their feelings.

After
the second song, I decided it was time to go. If we hadn't had an
early call the next day, I would have stayed out dancing half the
night. Besides, Hugo was wasted. He needed to get home and get to
bed.

We
all threw down for dinner and the tip, before Dechlan and Cole helped
Hugo outside. I drove the car up so they didn't have to walk him
across the parking lot.

“That
was fun,” Dechlan said, spreading his long arms across the seats.
His hand rested on the back of my neck.

I
didn't mind, but it seemed like an overly intimate touch in front of
Cole. I didn't need to worry. A glance in the mirror assured me that
both he and Hugo were sleeping.

“Yes,
it was. You're a great dancer.”

“I
do other things great,” he offered.

“I
have no doubt you do,” I replied, pulling into my parking spot.
“But how do you expect a girl to decide between the four of you?”

“You
could give us all a try,” he suggested with a smirk.

“Oh,
and how would I go about it? If I went with the most persistent, I'd
have to bed Matteo first.” I wrinkled my nose. “If I went
alphabetically, I'd have Cole before I got to you.”

“Not
if you went by last name. Albright comes before Wilson.”

“Albright
always cums first,” Cole said as he raised his head. And Wilson
cums last. Which of us do you think makes a better lover?”

I
giggled, glancing at poor, sleeping Hugo. “The one who cums at the
same time. Chang and Cartwright, pretty close, alphabetically
speaking.” I got out of the car, leaving them to figure out how to
get Hugo upstairs.

“You
could do us all at once,” Cole suggested, not seriously, I hoped.

“I
don't have enough orifices,” I replied.

The
men exchanged a look.

“You've
got enough for three,” Dechlan replied, winking at me.

He
and Cole held Hugo between them, their shoulders under his.

“I
bite,” I reminded him. “And I gag. What fun is it if I bite down
on your dick and vomit?”

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